Epic Scout Novels & Stories

Ethan’s expression didn’t change, but his stance did, shifting just slightly, ready. “Positions,” he said again, sharper. The pack moved faster this time, but not perfect, not clean, and that sat wrong in my chest, scaring me more than I wanted to admit as seconds dragged too long, too quiet, then movement broke through the trees, fast, a figure stumbling forward barely holding himself up, and my breath caught. “Wait—” I started, my chest tightening. It was one of the scouts, covered in blood, too much of it. He hit the ground hard, struggling to push himself up, his breathing uneven, desperate.

A seasoned scout standing to Jax's left slowly lowered his tactical rifle, his chest heaving as his hands physically shook against the metal stock. "But sir... I don't know if I can," the scout stammered, his voice tight with a deep, instinctual panic that overrode his training. He was asking a wolf to fire on the face of his own Alpha. "I mean... they look just like you and Jax. And..." The scout swallowed hard, looking physically ill as his trembling finger pointed deeper into the shadowed cavern.

he says. When we get to the others, they look up at us. “Koden,” Miles says to Jake. He growls softly but nods. “Do you recognize these scents?” Jake asks. Both of us lift our noses, smelling the scents of multiple warriors. “Scouts,” Miles and I say at the same time. “Most likely from Alpha Corey’s pack.” The warriors from Dante’s pack both growl. “It’s not surprising, but it’s not good either. Koden AND scouts in these woods. The best we can hope for is they take each other out,” Jake says.

The distance between each step was unusual which made their precision deliberate and primal. “Did you see the figure?” I asked the scout. “No, Beta Kieran.” the scout replied, his hands still trembling with fear. “What I saw was the shadow.” “And what was it like?” I asked, expecting an immediate reply. “It was very large, with four horns.” He said. A murmur surged through the warriors as they too observed the strange imprints and the words from the mouth of the scout. I pressed my palms to the ground, feeling the faint energy that rippled through the earth.

Something was wrong. Then, the door to the packhouse burst open, slamming against the wall. I turned quickly, my heart leaping in my chest. A scout stumbled inside, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. His clothes were torn, and scratches covered his arms, evidence of the chaos he’d just run from. “They’re coming,” the scout said, his voice shaky. “An army... Eloisa’s army.” My stomach dropped. Damian and Rylan moved at the same time, their gazes fixed on the scout. Rylan’s jaw tightened, and Damian’s expression darkened, his lips pressing into a thin line.

It seemed that someone was coming. “My Alpha,” the scout gasped, his eyes wide with terror. “Alpha Malcolm has mobilized far faster than expected.”

He had resisted the idea of seeking out a mate amidst his personal turmoil, but the growing tension in the air reminded him that time was a luxury he could no longer afford. His fierce contemplation was abruptly shattered by the sudden intrusion of one of his scouts. The door swung open with a creak, and the scout stumbled in, his eyes wide and filled with unspoken dread. Breathless and panicked, he leaned against the doorframe, the urgency radiating off him like a palpable energy that sent alarm bells ringing in Caden’s mind. "Caden, I have terrible news," the scout gasped, his voice barely above a whisper, as though the air itself was heavy with foreboding. "I've just received word that th

Alpha Arthur told one of the Scouts. "All right, Alpha Arthur, what information do you need? Or what should I do other than follow them?" the Scout asked. Alpha Arthur then explained the scout's job, which was to take pictures of them when they were at the Hola Bella Bar. Then eavesdrop on their conversation. "Make sure your cover isn't blown!" Alpha Arthur advised the scout. The scout nodded and went about his business. A few hours later, the scout arrived at the Hola Bella Bar. He wandered around looking for Elena, Sofia, and Hailey. He sat in front of the bartender's table and ordered a drink, not stopping to look around.

“You’re going to need to take better care of yourself if we’re doing this long-term.” “You mean survive,” Luca muttered. “Same thing,” Ghost said. They didn’t speak for a while. Just the faint sound of Ghost’s hands moving, the rustle of bandages, and Luca’s steady breathing. And the tension. That invisible thread between them. Once the bleeding was managed, they sat across from each other at the table, maps spread in front of them. Ghost lit a cigarette, the smoke curling between them, almost like a shield. “Scout patterns,” Luca said. “We need to anticipate their next move. If we wait for them, we’ll be reacting. Always one step behind.”

she said. “You do?” I wrote. “The scouts are a unique group,” Naomi said. “And yes, healing skills will be useful to you. As it happens, you impressed Gregor. He’s our best teacher. He’s a little rough around the edges, but he knows his stuff. Do you think you can handle him? If you can’t, I’ll be happy to teach you.” “I’m not afraid of a grumpy healer,” I wrote. Naomi laughed. “You’ll be eating those words soon enough. But if you’re going to be a scout, you need a stout heart. Let’s go find the old grouch.”